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An Englishwoman. ’ Captain Roding looked frowningly from one to the other. I hear the splash in the water—I see the white object floating like a sea-bird on the tide—it will not sink!" "'Sblood!" exclaimed Jonathan, in a tone of ill-disguised contempt; "it won't do to indulge those fancies now. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Jonathan caught her in his arms. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. "What's that?" asked Wild. The two sisters were very fond of one another, I believe. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face.
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